Thoughts on a Walk Today With Bear

Pastel spring breaks through shyly, hesitant,
“What if?” Knowing snow could fall on the land
before white winter’s determined, rampant
cycle fades toward fecund summer’s grand
promises. Ambivalent, spring pauses, slow
to leave in this high valley. Soft showers
yield to summer’s green trees and fruitful show
of barley in the fields, potato flowers.
Then, come September, summer surrenders
Weary. Its moment too short for many,
Fine with me. Among season’s contenders,
Winter season is better than any.
Nature rests in winter’s patient freeze,
Ice crystals in the air, hoar frost on trees.


This is a Shakespearean sonnet, more or less. 14 lines, ababcdcdefefgg. Iambic pentameter (10 syllable lines with the stress on every other syllable, but I’m not a fetishist about that). The final six lines are supposed to set up a situation established by or counter to the first 8 lines. I’m not big on rules, though, other than the rhyme and syllable thing. I’m writing sonnets as a mental challenge, mostly, but once in a while one might be good. I started writing sonnets when I realized I just don’t have much more to say in one of my customary blog posts at the moment.

P.S. I never imagined writing 2 in a day but it was so pretty out there at the Refuge in the rain, what could I do? Now I have to go cover the beans. Freeze and snow in the forecast. 🙂

10 thoughts on “Thoughts on a Walk Today With Bear

  1. You are a sonnet machine!! (and you said the well was dry…) Sparky planted his tomatoes today and of course the high tomorrow is going to be 45. He is very worried that there might be frost.

    • I have covered my beans. I’m afraid Sparky might have to cover his tomatoes. 😦

      I just felt like I was writing the same boring stuff about my life all the time, so writing sonnets seemed like good intellectual gymnastics and good for my writing if I ever find I have something to say 🙂

  2. The photo looks like a painting and it looks like it could be spring or autumn, definitely fits with feel of the changing seasons

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